Pa stood on the edge of the woods looking at the flat meadow land. Pride radiated off of his face. This was HIS claim. He had bought it, built the small cabin standing on it, and had tilled the garden. This was his little piece of the world.
Standing in front of the crowd, the rumblings slowly subsided. Staring into the eyes of thousands amassed in the dark under the glow of torches and the reflection of its flame off pitchforks, he wondered if they’d believe his claim.
I CLAIM HIM. I know. That’s selfish. But to me, whichever other girl who talks to him or starts to like him is a competitor. Even though I know I’d never win, I claim him, in my heart. Cheesy as it sounds, I do. He’s mine. I claim him.
Do you ever claim someone as your own without permission?
I’ve claimed a lot of things in my life. I have claimed to be a writer, even though I hate what I write (e.g. the first sentence of this paragraph). I’ve claimed to be a filmmaker, though the only movies I have made were one-minute zombie spoofs filmed on a friend’s cellphone. I have claimed to be a martial artist, even though there are people and who could kick me into the next country. I have claimed to be a hardworking student, even though I don’t study anything. I don’t completely know what my direction in life is at this point. I’ve taken to busying myself with extracurriculars because it fills a void I dealt with for the first year of college. For now, it’s fine. But I worry about my future. I worry that my lack of direction will force me to continue a financially unstable life. I just want my own house and family and pets and I just want to be able to support those around me who need it.
There is so many claims in this spurious world. Many of them are false claims while some of them are real.
Distinguishing between real ones and false ones are our daily and ultimate challenges. While making false claims are easy enough, staying ingenuous and stay away from those claims are inexorably difficult.
Claim is when you say something belongs to you or you buy something. Claim is also a type of money situation. I’m not exactly sure what though. The type that says something is yours means that it belongs to you now unless you give it away.
To claim something means to say its yours. Such as this sentence, “She claimed the stray puppy in the backyard of her house.” As you can see in this sentence claim means to state ownership of something or someone.
Drive, he said. Where he came off giving orders. His claim to know this road wasn’t proving useful. At every turn or crossroad he seemed to mentally toss a coin before pointing and we were getting further away from the main road. It was a while since I last saw a house.
He couldn’t let her get away. She was his, and would always be his. No modern day notion of liberation or feminism would stop him. The ring was not enough. He took the hot poker and approached. She screamed. A smile grew on his face. Soon, she would be his-completely.
you have to claim your life, be free and do what you want to do. sometimes it may be hard, at the end of the day you have the right and the freedom to claim what you want to do. to clim is to take back what is yours and when you want to be free you must claim. if you make a claim make sure it is viable and with correct fact behind it
So you claim to know all about me. You think you know the shadows and the cobwebs. You think that you can reach into the depths of me and come out unscathed? I don’t know all of the parts of myself, sometimes, but you claim to know and still love me? God, how can you do that? How can you have sent your son to die for me, knowing who I am, what I think, what I do? HOw can you be so perfect in love that you are able to reach around all of the things I’m ashamed of and just hug me and love me and want me to come to you. I thank you for it… but I’m so confused! I can’t even love myself sometimes… and I know that I don’t give you the time you deserve… but I still get love and gifts from you. I have Heaven coming to me… and it’s because of nothing I’ve done or have yet to do. I thank you… that’s the only response that makes sense. I have to thank you because there’s nothing else for me to do. I want to thank you because I don’t have any other response that works. Thank you God, thank you. I wonder sometimes what you think of my humor… what you think of my thought processes. Are you proud of me? Do you like what you see. Do you like some parts of me that I don’t ever think about or share? Is there something cool that you planted in my very fiber that I’ve not even seen yet that you’re just itching to activate to have something great happen? Or, am I just glossing over things that you consider great that I don’t even see… don’t even realize I’m doing? Or, more likely by my mind, maybe there’s nothing that’s really crazy special… you just do what you do through me and I am less. I don’t have any problem with that… I just wonder what’s going through your mind in regards to me. So, someday I hope to be in your heaven and that you’ll tell me about me… the way YOU see me. That would be interested. OH, and I also want to know about all the worlds you created and what they look like on the surface. I’m a nerd… what can I say! I really love some of your creations and I’m so interested to know what they really look like and what they are made of. So… what do you think? Am I ready to know what you have for me?
Claim ticket. And your suitcases are lost. You keep traveling round the world. But eventually you’re only just that. Lost. You can claim all you want. Lost.
the word claim is a very nice word it means that you stated something or that something is yours. most words that start with a c and end with an m are pretty good
I was so desperate for a puppy one day. I finally begged my dad for a puppy. My dad took me to the the dog store. I found the one I wanted at the start. I knew it was the one i wanted to claim. Now he is the dog i claim. i love my dog.
claim means to take ownership. She will claim the paper with no name.
Pa stood on the edge of the woods looking at the flat meadow land. Pride radiated off of his face. This was HIS claim. He had bought it, built the small cabin standing on it, and had tilled the garden. This was his little piece of the world.
To claim is to accept or you know get what is yours. Examle i claim to have that dog or like you get back whats yours
i want to make a claim on the house insurance but it took forever to get them on the phone.
He tried to claim that it was his but it wasn’t. It was mine and he was trying to take it. No! I wouldn’t let him.
I will claim my books at the end of class.
insurance claim
I waited at the station. I knew my mother was there to claim me but I didn’t see her.
Standing in front of the crowd, the rumblings slowly subsided. Staring into the eyes of thousands amassed in the dark under the glow of torches and the reflection of its flame off pitchforks, he wondered if they’d believe his claim.
I CLAIM HIM. I know. That’s selfish. But to me, whichever other girl who talks to him or starts to like him is a competitor. Even though I know I’d never win, I claim him, in my heart. Cheesy as it sounds, I do. He’s mine. I claim him.
Do you ever claim someone as your own without permission?
I’ve claimed a lot of things in my life. I have claimed to be a writer, even though I hate what I write (e.g. the first sentence of this paragraph). I’ve claimed to be a filmmaker, though the only movies I have made were one-minute zombie spoofs filmed on a friend’s cellphone. I have claimed to be a martial artist, even though there are people and who could kick me into the next country. I have claimed to be a hardworking student, even though I don’t study anything. I don’t completely know what my direction in life is at this point. I’ve taken to busying myself with extracurriculars because it fills a void I dealt with for the first year of college. For now, it’s fine. But I worry about my future. I worry that my lack of direction will force me to continue a financially unstable life. I just want my own house and family and pets and I just want to be able to support those around me who need it.
There is so many claims in this spurious world. Many of them are false claims while some of them are real.
Distinguishing between real ones and false ones are our daily and ultimate challenges. While making false claims are easy enough, staying ingenuous and stay away from those claims are inexorably difficult.
To claim something is to own or take it as yours.Example: “The little boy claimed the puppy.”
i claim one person and thats my son jaleel but i only claim him so i could stick his mom for child support
i went to a place to claim something but i claimed something else then i went home to poo.
To say that something that you found is yours.
She won the soccer game. After years of waiting she finally went to claim the first place prize.
Claim is when you say something belongs to you or you buy something. Claim is also a type of money situation. I’m not exactly sure what though. The type that says something is yours means that it belongs to you now unless you give it away.
To claim something is to posses it when you have a debate over it. It means to get something.
i claimed my prize at piggy wiggy!
to claim something is to collect or get an item from something or someone.
to say something is yours.
to tell that you own something.
-Ownership
-Have as ones own
-Relation Wise
-Take; Have
-Yours
To claim something means to say its yours. Such as this sentence, “She claimed the stray puppy in the backyard of her house.” As you can see in this sentence claim means to state ownership of something or someone.
To say or show that you own something.
Drive, he said. Where he came off giving orders. His claim to know this road wasn’t proving useful. At every turn or crossroad he seemed to mentally toss a coin before pointing and we were getting further away from the main road. It was a while since I last saw a house.
He couldn’t let her get away. She was his, and would always be his. No modern day notion of liberation or feminism would stop him. The ring was not enough. He took the hot poker and approached. She screamed. A smile grew on his face. Soon, she would be his-completely.
she was walking through the hallway, scared halfway out of her mind. she was about to claim her prize
take something or make everyone realize which is yours
i claim i can not write about this word.
you have to claim your life, be free and do what you want to do. sometimes it may be hard, at the end of the day you have the right and the freedom to claim what you want to do. to clim is to take back what is yours and when you want to be free you must claim. if you make a claim make sure it is viable and with correct fact behind it
So you claim to know all about me. You think you know the shadows and the cobwebs. You think that you can reach into the depths of me and come out unscathed? I don’t know all of the parts of myself, sometimes, but you claim to know and still love me? God, how can you do that? How can you have sent your son to die for me, knowing who I am, what I think, what I do? HOw can you be so perfect in love that you are able to reach around all of the things I’m ashamed of and just hug me and love me and want me to come to you. I thank you for it… but I’m so confused! I can’t even love myself sometimes… and I know that I don’t give you the time you deserve… but I still get love and gifts from you. I have Heaven coming to me… and it’s because of nothing I’ve done or have yet to do. I thank you… that’s the only response that makes sense. I have to thank you because there’s nothing else for me to do. I want to thank you because I don’t have any other response that works. Thank you God, thank you. I wonder sometimes what you think of my humor… what you think of my thought processes. Are you proud of me? Do you like what you see. Do you like some parts of me that I don’t ever think about or share? Is there something cool that you planted in my very fiber that I’ve not even seen yet that you’re just itching to activate to have something great happen? Or, am I just glossing over things that you consider great that I don’t even see… don’t even realize I’m doing? Or, more likely by my mind, maybe there’s nothing that’s really crazy special… you just do what you do through me and I am less. I don’t have any problem with that… I just wonder what’s going through your mind in regards to me. So, someday I hope to be in your heaven and that you’ll tell me about me… the way YOU see me. That would be interested. OH, and I also want to know about all the worlds you created and what they look like on the surface. I’m a nerd… what can I say! I really love some of your creations and I’m so interested to know what they really look like and what they are made of. So… what do you think? Am I ready to know what you have for me?
take something you found and keep it
Claim ticket. And your suitcases are lost. You keep traveling round the world. But eventually you’re only just that. Lost. You can claim all you want. Lost.
the word claim is a very nice word it means that you stated something or that something is yours. most words that start with a c and end with an m are pretty good
I was so desperate for a puppy one day. I finally begged my dad for a puppy. My dad took me to the the dog store. I found the one I wanted at the start. I knew it was the one i wanted to claim. Now he is the dog i claim. i love my dog.
means that its yours.
own take possesion keep mine ryms with blame keep finders keepers
To have, it is your stuff and you have it for you.